Weird asylum, you're taking in a human like me?

The director waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"Thank you for not wanting to put my head in my ass!"

"But if cutting off my hemorrhoids and sewing them on my face can make 292 go with me, then this deal is a good deal!"

After saying that, he rubbed his hands and continued to Lu Xiao.

"I forgot to tell you that the chef I'm talking about is not an ordinary chef."

"He is also a living containment."

"Well, just like the driver of 303, he is also a strange life."

"His cooking skills are definitely worthy of your trust, especially in cooking strange life!"

Hearing this, Lu Xiao's eyes were shining.

He turned his head to look at the doctor.

"Mr. Doctor, I think..."

Before Lu Xiao could express his thoughts, the doctor hurriedly stopped him.

"Director, any containment here, you can pick one at will, I want to exchange chefs with you!"

The director shook his finger.

"Doctor, the chef is my close friend."

The doctor's temples throbbed.

"Two!"

The director shook his finger again.

"He's still my brother!"

At this moment, the doctor finally couldn't help but swear.

"Shit, I'll put your head in your ass right now!"

The doctor rolled up his sleeves.

At this moment, the warden frowned.

Because he saw the eye in the doctor's palm.

"Doctor, what's wrong with your hand?"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes fell on the doctor's hand.

The doctor didn't intend to hide it, after all, it couldn't be hidden in this way.

So, he spread his palm directly.

In his palm, a congested eyeball was spinning.

Lu Xiao spoke first, exclaiming in an amazed tone.

"Mr. Doctor, this is so cool!"

"Can you tell me how you did it? I also want to have such a cool eye!"

The warden and the director looked at each other, and then their faces became alert.

"Doctor, are you contaminated?"

The doctor shrugged and told the two about the injection of Lu Xiao's blood.

Lu Xiao was puzzled.

"Can you grow such a cool eye by injecting my blood?"

He fumbled around on his body for a while.

"Why don't I grow one myself?"

The doctor pushed his monocle and said calmly.

"This is not within the scope of scientific explanation, so I can't give any explanation."

Lu Xiao rubbed his hands with some regret.

"I also want such an eye, oh yes, and tentacles like darts!"

"If I have these, I can probably walk sideways in the dark prison!"

He thought so in his heart.

The warden reprimanded in a serious tone.

"Nonsense! Can't you just experiment on the consumables for this kind of thing?"

"Why do you want to try it on yourself?"

The doctor shrugged and said calmly.

"I forgot."

The director's eyes lit up.

"Doctor, I've decided. Give me a sample of his blood and I'll send you the chef!"

The doctor nodded in agreement without hesitation.

The warden looked at the director with a worried look in his eyes.

"Are you going to experiment on yourself too?"

The director shook his head frantically.

"I'm not as crazy as him. I plan to experiment on my father."

Warden: "..."

The doctor pushed his monocle.

"You're such a filial child."

Lu Xiao nodded in agreement.

While the few people were chatting, two special warfare soldiers escorted a consumable wearing a yellow vest in.

The consumable looked around and found that there was nothing scary, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor pushed his monocle,

"Next, you write whatever I say."

The consumable was stunned, and then said with some embarrassment.

"But I can't read."

…………

Soon, another consumable was sent over.

The consumable was gentle and wore a pair of black-framed glasses.

He looked like a cultured person.

The doctor ordered softly.

"I told you to write. Is there any problem?"

The consumable nodded.

The doctor handed the rusty and simple fountain pen to him.

Then he spread out the parchment scroll.

"In a month, the stars will appear in the right position."

"The leader of the saints, Nicolaide, realized that this is the best time to awaken the Lord of R'lyeh - the great Cthulhu."

"He will take his believers to R'lyeh to perform the awakening ceremony in an attempt to awaken the great Cthulhu."

After the doctor finished speaking in one breath, the consumable took the pen and began to write.

After only writing the first sentence, the consumable stopped writing.

His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was crazy.

Then, his skin began to fester, and thick, slippery liquid flowed out of his body.

A strong stench filled the entire room.

Soon, the consumable turned into a pool of blood and flesh that was wriggling wildly, and made an indescribable hissing sound.

Seeing this scene, everyone present fell into deep thought.

Even Lu Xiao, who always liked to eat, felt a little nauseous when he saw that indescribable thing.

Soon, the prison guards rushed in and shot at the blood and flesh that was wriggling wildly on the ground.

Until it was beaten into a pool of mud.

The doctor pushed his monocle.

"Is it contaminated like this just after writing the first sentence?"

The warden also had a heavy face.

"The side effects of these two items are too serious. It seems that we thought too simply before!"

At this time, the warden was extremely glad that the crazy doctor did not go up to write.

After all, before this, they had never put two things together.

Those characteristics were all their associative guesses based on the characteristics of the two.

The doctor looked at Lu Xiao.

"Ask the Mirror of All-Knowing how to solve this problem."

Hearing this, Lu Xiao nodded.

"Mirror, how can I use that pen to write the doctor's words on the parchment scroll."

The voice of the Mirror of All-Knowing sounded in his ears.

"This problem requires you to pay ten fingernails."

Hearing this price, the corners of Lu Xiao's mouth twitched fiercely.

"Can you give me a discount? I'm a little afraid of pain!"

The voice of the Mirror of All-Knowing was a little embarrassed.

"It's already been discounted."

Lu Xiao sighed, and then pulled off all the fingernails on both hands.

Looking at his bloody fingers, he fell into deep thought.

Since the Mirror of All-Knowing followed him, it seems that his fingernails have never existed for more than a day.

Often, he would pull them out just after they had grown out.

That is, his fingernails grow fast, otherwise they would be too heavy to hold.

After the Mirror of All-Knowing swallowed ten fingernails, it answered.

"Depending on the status of the target involved in the writing, the intensity of the pollution will also increase accordingly."

"Because the content that the smart human wanted to write involved the gods."

"Although it was just a humble servant god, it was also a god, and humans could not bear the pollution caused by the side effects."